Welcome to Gaia! ::

Boys Name: Chiaroscuro
Temper: Dramatic
Personality:
All the world's a stage. Everythin Chiaroscuro does is performance - from bringing something a lady needs to her, to moving among the herd, to his actual performances. His is generally quiet, letting his movements, his expressions, and the way he carries his body speak for him. He likes to keep an aspect of enigma and mystery to his underlying thoughts, deliberately.

Chiaroscuro lives for setting the scene, capturing an air of drama that leaves his audience breathless. He aims for the darker, the powerful, emotional reactions from the ladies for whom he performs.

He sees to the needs when he is called on, but he lives and breathes for his dramatic dance. He generally performs at night, when the lighting is right, with small fires or lanterns giving just the right play of light and shadow over his moving form. He moves slowly and deliberately to create a sense of tension, occasionally punctuated with quick movements. His dances are a little eerie, a little alien, and ultimately gripping. He knows just the way to turn a hoof, to flex a claw and let his cape drag across the ground to create a shuffling noise. To complete a piece.

backstory:
Chiaroscuro was born in the flock, and raised as is typical for colts, through the communal nursury system and educated with the beliefs of the flock and knowing his place as a support for the mares. He was always rather quiet, and when he was young, believed to be a little slow because he was hesitant to speak or answer questions directly, but his obedience was priased. That obedience ushered him into the whistle stallions where he found his calling through dance and movement.
____________

Fave Breeds in Order or preference:
Hippo-'Suti ((Shadow or light element))
Hippogriff
Harpy (4 claws)
Custom wings posed dramatically




Favorite Colorscheme ideas:
These are different ideas - not all necessarily would go together- you only have to pick one.

• Something with a play of shadow/light - maybe a paint-pattern with really vibrant/glowy whites and dark darks.
  
• Bright eyes against a dark face/ body with darker markings
  
• A bold/white face with mostly darker body like This ((colors not necessarily the same))
  
• insert idea here - I'm open to other, less natural patterns as well, as long as they emphasize the play of light and dark smile
  
  

likes:

- dramatic play between light and dark ((google chiaroscuro for ideas))
- draping cloth
- bright eyes
- a lighting source ((lamp/candle))
- edited expression
- clawed front feet
-

Dislikes:
- bald soquili
- templated hair/feathers (for this stallion)

Concept idea refs/Plushies:
These are just a series of concept images - Nothing has to be taken verbatum from ANY of them - this is just a set of inspirational images that kind of give the atmosphere <3

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb0i83W8VM1qc8yajo1_500.jpg
http://www.flackstudio.com/local/images/hiRes/figures/chiaroscuro/Behind the Curtain 12x16 sold.jpg
http://igorkraguljac.zenfolio.com/img/s11/v27/p996795093-3.jpg
http://igorkraguljac.zenfolio.com/img/s11/v30/p534180725-3.jpg
http://www.jewishjournal.com/images/articles/art_tov2_031910.jpg
http://www.darklydramatic.com/michaelbaxter-noirfront.jpg
https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQUorfheiR0ANr-3Re-qO4nilNZv2suOZS2PMbsoqrxitJVLwoB
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/356/7/4/black_swan_by_kasuminecromantic-d35ei3k.jpg
http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31200000/nina-black-swan-31200649-960-720.jpg
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4258555080_f80d2507aa_m.jpg
http://favim.com/orig/201102/26/Favim.com-2300.jpg

Mares Name: Alanna
Personality: Dark, twisted, self-centered. Her anger and desire for vengeance fuel her ruthlessness. It is not wise to cross Alanna, for when she holds a grudge, it lasts her lifetime. Forgiveness is not her way.

backstory: Her mind took her back, involuntarily, to the day everything changed...to the fateful day that shaped the rest of her life.

She was just a foal, still young enough to be impressionable. Young enough that the morals and values of her peaceful, herbivorous family had not fully sunken in. Alanna had been playing with another foal out of sight of the adults. They wandered along a hill, giggling and roughhousing. Suddenly, she was pushed a little too hard, losing her footing, and sliding partway down the hillside. Alanna glared at the other foal as she clambered back up. Testily, she swiped at the foal with a foot claw. Although she hadn't intended to actually make contact, a talon sunk into the foal's flesh, blood welling out of the wound. Alanna froze. The sharp, metallic smell of blood met her nose. She hadn't intended to hurt the foal but now that she had... she found she was pleased to have drawn blood. The desire to do it again struck her. The foal was just standing there, blood trickling down its forearm, staring at her. She walked in a half circle to stand behind the foal and slashed again across its back leg. The foal screamed and tried to walk away, but stumbled and fell. Alanna had aimed haphazardly and had managed to damage the tendon with that purposeful cut. She walked over to the fallen foal and lowered her nose to the wound, inhaling the scent of fear, of blood mixed with dust.

She paused. The blood smelled almost appetizing. Her tongue extended and tentatively licked the blood. The salty, warm liquid coated her tongue. Her eyes closed as she let the flavor permeate her taste buds. She immediately wanted more. Her muzzle nuzzled into the wound and she bit down, causing the foal to scream. Alanna lifted her stained muzzle and glared at the foal "Shut up, or I'll shut you up," she said menacingly. The foal's expression morphed from fearful into one of terror. It drew breath to scream, but she silenced it with a quick blow to the head before it could make a sound. She dug in ferociously, tearing strips of flesh and reveling in the wonderful taste of meat. Why had no one talked about how delicious it is?

Enthralled in eating the foal, she failed to notice the adults approaching the scene. When they rounded the corner, they began to shout and charged toward her. Alanna bared her teeth and stood defensively over her kill. The meat was hers and she was not going to let anyone else eat it, not after they'd kept meat from her all this time. No, it was hers, fair and square. She stood her ground as the Soquili ran at her, and at the last second lept into the air and out of the way of their charging bodies. They circled and stood around the body of the foal. There were too many of them and she couldn't get back to her meal. Angry, she screeched. "Give it back!" she demanded. "It's mine now!" She received stony glares and silence in response. Miffed, she landed and began marching back toward home to find her parents.

But when she relayed her story to them, their reactions were even worse. They pushed her out of the home they all shared and refused to let her back in. She appealed to them in every way she could think of, but tears, anger, threats, and despair had no effect. Her home was gone. She threw herself into the sky and vowed vengeance against the herd. How dare they ostracize her - she who had discovered this plentiful source of food! She who was one of them.

One day...one day, they will pay, she promised herself.

____________

Fave Breeds in Order or preference: Full Hippogryph, Cerenyi/Gryph cross, Cerenyi/Wind cross

Favorite Colorscheme ideas:
Black and gold, tribal markings
charcoal and emerald, stripes

likes:
Long hair
patterns (tribal, swirls, etc)
bones
spikes
claws


Dislikes:
clothes
bugs
excessive gore


Concept idea refs/Plushies:
certed plush
uncerted plush

Also took from Artemeisia (in 300: Rise of an Empire). Obviously not a Cosplay, just a personality / color scheme inspiration. url to her sweet spiny outfit

As a note, this harpy mare would be applying to the herd as a Slayer.